explosivecombat | 022. [Text]

With matters of one's heart and soul so close in mind, due to the recent holiday and all the romantic connotations therein, I ask that you forgive the possibly morbid nature of the question I have for you tonight:

The state or condition of one's soul is often brought into question when their deeds are brought to light or held up for scrutiny; the concept of the damned and those destined for salvation aren't new concepts by far. However, I have to ask what that means for all of you - do you accept your soul as existing only as a metaphysical concept, a matter of faith, something unproven and intangible? Or is it something undeniable where you come from, not a matter of faith but rather proven to exist? Does it fail to exist for you at all?

Or, perhaps, is it something else entirely - something that was rendered from one of the above options into another?

I suppose I should apologize for such heavy subject matter; I imagine some will find it rude to attempt to quantify such a thing. However, it's been something I've had reason to consider lately, so no apology is forthcoming.

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I've met a couple. At least, I probably have. You'll have to excuse my poor memory; all the morons I've ever dealt with in my life eventually start to blend together.

Oh, I can't fault you for that; I've met several that I wouldn't mind forgetting myself.

I think we all do, but it really goes without saying.

Speaking of things that remain unsaid; is there any particular reason why you asked if I met any of the local morons?

Outside of misery loving company? Not really.

Enjoys might be a more accurate word, but that's more of my opinion than anything else.

I don't think either of us ever introduced ourselves; I'm Jeane.

Solf J Kimblee. A pleasure.

A pleasure, huh? I can't even remember the last time someone said that about meeting me.

As for your name, I'll be sure to keep it in mind.